My Shadow Muse

The fast beat of Lindsey Stirling’s track - ‘Shadows’ - aptly describes what all poets would be familiar with. Sit back and prepare yourself for a fast trip down poetry lane to the beat of Lindsey Stirling's fiddle. Music starts 0:04 There are days -- and -- days -- when she lags behind Then - there are days and days - when she’s so hard to find Tempo increase She needs to be found To run far ahead My poetic prowess lies not in my head My Muse dwells in my shadow instead Favors position where she leads - I'm led Sometimes she’s fast - then she’s slow Sometimes sensual - then demure Sometimes she’s cold - Sometimes she’s hot Sometimes she’s there - then she’s not Reach for the ideas, reach for the pen Reach for a rhyme word - start over again There are days - when she’s so far ahead Oh Lord give me wings not feet of lead Beat Music Violin - Ideas flow fast on these days Minds so clear - not in a haze Trips off the tongue, soars like a dove Skirts round Lust, goes for the Love Skies so blue, clouds so white In velvet black the stars so bright Go for the bees, reach for the sting Sully a name - go out on a wing Fly like a butterfly, chirp like a bird Look for a metaphor - look for a word My poetic prowess lies not in my head My Muse dwells in my shadow instead Go for a metre, go for the beat Poetic justice is no mean feat Do syllable counts check the grammar? Go for the funny or romantic glamour Beat Music Violin - Let the ink flow, my shadow in sight Skirt the darkness, go for the light Ideas flow fast- swift on these days Mind so clear- not in a haze She’s running so fast Now ten lengths ahead Ideas come streaming, She’s doing in my head Time for a breather, Need to slow down Relief in the smiles Wipe off the frown My poetic prowess lies not in my head My Muse dwells in my shadow instead My confidence is high, my elation extreme My shadow runs free- reigns supreme Together we soar, together we dream….. PHEW! .…That’s left me breathless You dance on ahead - I’m having a rest Synopsis : When fancy takes her she’s into my head She utters no words just pictures instead She beams in ideas at the speed of light So fast do they come I can hardly write